Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 19:18:11 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 2
The usual disclaimers: Deal with it!
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 2--Settling In
The sun streamed through the sheer curtains of the bedroom
window, letting in most of the light and gently awakening us.
Dave rolled over onto his stomach and pushed his head under the
pillow. I rolled out of bed and sat on the commode. His "babies"
came out easily--and no wonder. His giant dick had spread me
pretty wide last night.
I turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and stepped
in. The stinging needles of the hot water felt wonderful to my
stretched ass muscles. As I rubbed soap all over me, Dave stirred.
Through the clear shower door, I could see his massive form bend
and straighten as he headed for the bathroom. Totally relaxed, his
body was still sharply chiselled. As he moved, it rippled.
He grinned self-consciously at me. Covering his manhood with
his hands (not very well, gratefully), he moved out of sight toward
the commode to do his "morning business.". I shampooed my hair and
rinsed. As the water was floating away the last of the excess
conditioner, Dave opened the shower door and stepped in.
His hands firmly grabbed my ass as he kissed my neck. I was
startled and let out a whoop! He laughed uproariously and grabbed
my ass again. Two can play at this game, I thought. I reached
behind me and got a handful of horse dick. It was getting hard and
bigger as I held it.
"Don't you do anything but get that monster of yours hard and
look for a place to put it?" I asked him.
"Don't you like it?" he smiled impishly. "You were certainly
singing its praises last night!"
"I couldn't help it. That giant made a soprano out of me," I
squeaked in my highest falsetto voice.
Moving in closer, he nuzzled my neck again and pointed that
ebony weapon again at my love canal. He pushed gently and the soap
on my asshole (and last night's plowing) granted easy penetration.
With one hand, he turned off the shower; and with the other, he
pushed my head down.
Completely bent over, I was impaled on his mighty phallus. He
was cautious and loving about it, but his urgency was very
apparent. My limp cock was no longer limp. I whipped the
remaining suds into a heady lather. I could feel the coarseness of
his pubic hairs press into my ass flesh. He was in all the way
again and this time, his obsidian pole was hitting bottom. I
winced and clamped down hard on his ravishing fucker.
His tempo changed and he knew that he had to be more gentle.
The penetrations were not as deep, but the need to sow his seeds
was still rushing him to another climax in my ass. All but the
last three inches of his big whopper continued in their hurried
seesaw motion in and out of my well-fucked butt. My own need to
get off was pressing, but the constant, increasingly rapid friction
against my prostate was getting me there too fast.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened up and
shouted something unintelligible as my dick convulsed. The head
swelled and the one-eyed snake's eye dilated. Once more his baby
maker raced into me, but this time all the way in. I was
completely impaled on his throbbing spike as he lifted me off the
tiled floor with his buried dick. Releasing my shooting cock, I
grabbed behind me and hung on to his quivering ass, pulling him
tightly into me for the finale. I could feel his cockhead swell
inside me as he began to empty his nuts again. With each climax
and squirt into me, his 11" pressed harder against my well-fucked
opening.
We both emptied our churning nuts for the third time in less
than a day. My cum splashed up against the wall and slowly coursed
down the wall. Dave tugged at the shaft of my emptying rod and
rammed in the last half inch to be sure that I got all of his cum
as high up my ass as possible.
Spent, Dave lowered me back to the cum-spattered floor,
milking the last drops of joy juice from my deflating cock. His
fucking motions had almost stopped, but my ass muscles were still
clenched around his pulsing, sensitive cockhead. The sensitivity
was too much for him as I milked out the last drops. He pulled out
in a hurry and laughed aloud.
"That tickles," he giggled. "Stop it!"
"Just wanted to be sure that I got it all," I teased him.
We smiled to each other. That damned grin of his had me
hooked. What could I possibly do, now? I was falling for this guy
and he was still trying to figure out who and what he was.
He turned on the shower again. After a final rinse off, we
dried and dressed.
Decisions, Decisions
"I'm famished," he announced. "What've you got here that I
could fix for breakfast?"
"The fridge has Canadian bacon and eggs, milk, and so forth.
Why are you doing this? You're my guest. I should be doing all
that good domestic stuff," I scolded him.
"Not so, Massa, Suh," he drawled in his best (or worst)
servile slang. "I's just fixin' yo' some hominy and grits."
"You wouldn't dare!" I yelled at him. "After the way I
'treated' you last night?"
"That was awfully good," he remembered in a normal tone.
"But, still, I insist on making breakfast. You sit back and enjoy
the view and keep me company."
I couldn't say no to that. And the view was still
breathtaking. Besides, he out-weighed and out-muscled me. It was
also a way to see if the man I wanted to spend lots of my future
with could cook and clean after himself. He acquitted himself
quite well on both counts.
After the dishes had been cleared away and the dishwasher was
running, he sat next to me on the sofa. That overpowering grin of
his stole across his face. This guy wants to go upstairs and fuck
again--like a kid with a new toy! And I'm not sure why I'm
complaining.
"Look, Dave," I interrupted his reverie, "you gotta do
something about the wife. Either you decide not to decide and let
things ride as they are (and I doubt that Kay will allow that), or
you face the situation square on. It isn't easy admitting that you
like men after a lifetime of working the 'other side of the
street'. Are you ready to face either of those positions, or do
you have another solution?"
"Well, I really want to go make 'babies' with you again," he
smiled wickedly at me again. "But, you're right," he admitted with
a sigh. "That's only postponing the inevitable. What do you think
I should do?"
"Not fair! You can't answer my question with your question.
Besides, you have to decide. This isn't my life. I don't have to
live with your decision, but you do. And in a big, BIG way." I
was pressing him again. He did have to decide alone and it would
be too easy for me to influence him with what I wanted him to do
from my selfish perspective.
"Yeah, I suppose so. But, couldn't you help a little? How
did you face the situation?" he asked.
"My situation was not yours," I dodged. "You have to do this
solo. I can help only with the philosophical, not the specific."
He could see that I wasn't going to decide for him. This was
a decision he couldn't avoid. He asked to use the phone.
Sensing that it was going to be a call to his wife, I quickly
left the room. I returned upstairs to make the bed (or what was
left of it after we had thrashed around most of the night). The
room wasn't nearly the mess I thought it would be. Changing the
bed was easy. I straightened the room, put away the lube and
towels, and decided to start the laundry.
Doing the right separation of colors and fabrics that all good
gay boys know how to do, I started the washer and grabbed the
sheets we'd been fucking on. The overpowering scent of sex, and
Dave's cologne on the sheets were wonderful. I could sure get used
to having stud service around the house. My cock started to rise,
again.
A wonderful, caring, gentle, big-dicked man was just what I
wanted, but it would have to be with my eyes open as well as his.
I wouldn't mind being tour guide if he decided that he'd like to
try man-to-man sex for a while (or even longer).
My reflecting was interrupted by the sound of his heavy step
on the staircase. I looked up to see his face clouded over with
concern. "What's the verdict?" I asked holding my breath.
"No verdict, yet," he said sadly. "I'm going back to the
house to talk all this out with Kay. It's the least I can do. I
still don't know what I'll say. I still don't know what I want to
do about fucking with men!"
He was visibly shaking. His confidence in who he was had been
tested severely, and he was finding the answers didn't come as
easily as before. Being gay had many drawbacks and the hetero
world was comfortable and accepted.
"Wish I could give you all the right answers, but I'd be
interfering in what you need to find out about yourself," I told
him as I walked over and gave him a chaste hug. He hugged me back
and pushed his bulging crotch against mine. I gently pushed him
away before we spent another hour in bed fucking. "You know you
have a friend here. I'll help you where I can, but you have to do
this one by yourself."
"OK. I'll let you know what I decide. Whatever I decide," he
said in bewilderment. "I'm so torn!" he cried out, more to himself
than to me. "See ya later." He turned and walked away. I caught
him at the door.
"Dave, I . . . ." I couldn't finish.
"Yeah." He paused and could see that he had to leave and
resolve his dilemma. He opened the door and disappeared down the
stairway. Starting his car, he left in a cloud of dust.
"Damn," I said under my breath. "He's so confused." I'd love
to take advantage of that, but I can't and still look at myself, I
thought.
Questions
The day passed slowly. The laundry chores were finished, the
house tidied, and the dishes put away. I left the house for a
couple of hours to grocery shop and think about what Dave and I
could mean to each other. What the chances were of anything
working out for us. By the time I reached the house, three hours
had passed and the street lights were turning on.
The house was dark and empty. Living alone isn't all that
great, I thought.
I put away the groceries, decided that I hadn't bought
anything for dinner that I wanted to eat, and sank heavily onto the
sofa. What a shitty day!
Television was my only companion that evening. I thought
about going to the gym and decided against it. My heart wouldn't
be in it. I called my best friend and we talked about Dave
(without the details) and how he was impacting me. He advised me
to let it ride for a few days. Good advice, but I knew I'd be
preoccupied for days.
Sunday dawned bright and warm. I showered, shaved, ate
breakfast, and went to the gym. After a hard workout, I drove home
and found a message on my phone recorder. Dave had called! His
voice was flat when he said we needed to talk. He gave me a number
to call.
I was sure the news was bad for me, but good for him because
he'd decided. With resignation, I called the number. It turned
out to be his office.
"Hi, Handsome," I said cheerfully, putting on my bravest
front. "How did the conversation with Kay go?"
"It was more of a confrontation than a conversation. She was
livid that I'd spent the night away from the house. I told her I
was with a male friend who put me up for the night. That toned her
down, but still left much unsaid. I sat her down and told her that
I had been going through some changes in my view of life. I
wondered if there was anything worth saving in our relationship.
She was stunned. We talked then in real terms, and we both
concluded that a trial separation was probably best. I think it's
being optimistic. I don't think there's a chance of saving the
marriage," he finished.
"Now, I'm stunned," I said. "What does that mean for your
future? Did you talk about us or gay sex?"
"No, but I think she suspects. This has been so fast, yet I
feel like it's been a long time coming. And, it feels like a huge
weight has been lifted from my shoulders. There's a certain
finality to it all. How did it feel when you had decided to
separate from your wife?"
"Like the weight of the world had been lifted from me."
"And that's when you decided that you wanted to switch
completely over to men?" he asked matter-of-factly.
"It was a few years ago, but to be honest, it wasn't a
conscious decision to do anything. I just wanted to explore my
sexuality and not be inhibited by societal constraints." I needed
to get the conversation back to how he was dealing with the breakup
and his self-discoveries. "So, what are you doing about the split
and all the arrangements that you have to make about the house,
possessions, etc.?"
"I haven't thought about it beyond packing a suitcase. I
wanted it to be very clean and not stay another night there while
we're going through this."
"Where are you staying tonight?" I asked hopefully.
He read it in my voice and teased me with, "Oh, I don't know.
Probably stay at a motel for a couple of weeks until I get an
apartment. Tonight, I'll sleep in the office, again."
"Not a chance," I countered. "You'll spend the night here,
again. And to make it a no-pressure arrangement, you can take the
second bedroom until you decide what more permanent arrangements
you want to make," I said with finality.
"Do I have to? I was looking forward to another night in your
bed, Slut!"
"Tramp!" I retorted. We both laughed at the exchange.
"When can you get here?"
"I really do have a few things that I need to finish here at
the office before I can get there. How about an hour from now?"
"Great. I'll have dinner ready and we can discuss this
further then. OK?"
"See ya in an hour, Stud," he cooed.
"I hope to prove that to you very soon. Bye."
I rushed around the kitchen looking for something to make for
dinner. It was easier than I thought--barbecue the dinner. The
gas grill was hot, wine was chilled, and the second bedroom was
ready for my guest.
Dave was 10 minutes early, but we lingered over dinner. The
sleeping arrangements were good-naturedly argued, and Dave
prevailed (and I was delighted to lose). He slept with me again
after hanging his clothes in the other room. The realization of
what the past weekend meant was sinking into both of us as we
tumbled into bed. A strange quiet hung over the room as we were
individually occupied with thoughts of the future.
Shallow, rhythmic breathing told me that he had fallen asleep.
Much as I wanted to "jump his bones," my ass probably couldn't have
taken another pounding so soon. I set the alarm and fell almost
instantly asleep.
The morning sun poured into the room. My biological clock
knew that it was almost 6:30 and it woke me up moments before the
clock radio turned on. Dave was still asleep, but was starting to
stir. I reached over to him and touched his shoulder. His eyes
sprang open and he looked over at me. Momentary puzzlement crossed
his face and then he broke into a big grin.
"Mornin', Sugar, what time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"6:30," I whispered softly. "You can sleep a little longer.
I have to be at the office by 7:30. Fix what you like for
breakfast." Jumping out of bed, I staggered toward the shower--
still groggy from a heavy sleep. "OK if I call you at the office?"
I added as I checked the temperature of the shower water.
"Sure. But, make it after 2 p.m. My calendar is full before
then and you probably couldn't reach me."
"Fine," I shouted back at him as the noise of the shower
drowned out his voice and my sleepiness. A fast shower recharged
my batteries. I dressed quickly and was ready to leave by 7:00.
I returned to the bedroom and caught Dave napping. I kissed him
good-bye, but he pulled me into the bed and held me down long
enough to feel his morning hard-on press against my leg.
"What a fucking pervert you've become," I teased him. "I
really have to go. I'll call you after two." He released me and
smiled that wicked, heart-melting, bedroom grin of his. I left
before one of us got "pregnant" again.
The day raced past. I didn't have time to even think about a
phone call before 3 p.m., but knew that I had to before I got
sidetracked again. Pulling the number from my wallet, I dialed his
office. A pleasant male voice answered and directed the call to
Dave's phone.
"And who is that little number answering the central number?"
I asked with mocking accusation in my voice.
"Oh, him? Some young guy you wouldn't like--tall, dark,
handsome, great body, probably big dick. You wouldn't be
interested."
"A week ago, I would have been slobbering to get to him. But,
now, I have something much better," I responded, dishing it right
back at him.
"And who might that be?" he asked, teasing me again.
"I'm talking to him right now, asshole!"
"Who, me?" he asked with mock innocence and some pride.
"Don't be too hasty in writing off the receptionist. With my new
'gay eyes', I can see the guy is bedroom material." Dave was not
to be outdone and was spooning the taunting in my direction now.
"Enough, already," I pleaded. "What time do you think you'll
be home?"
"Home? That has a certain odd sound to it right now."
"Well, it's your new home until something better comes along,
like that receptionist of yours."
"I surrender, already! How does 5:30 sound?"
"OK." I paused. "Anything in particular you'd like for
dinner?"
"Besides another great fuck? How about, uh, Chef's choice?"
he replied.
"Potluck, it is then. And maybe a special dessert just for
you?"
"And what does that devious mind of yours have cooking for me
now," Dave asked.
"Oh, a specialty of mine. And it isn't fattening, either."
"Sure thing!" he said mockingly.
He terminated the conversation by saying that his next
appointment was waiting for him and he would be home at the agreed
hour.
I was home by 4:45 and he was prompt at 5:30. We ate a light
supper and conversed the rest of the evening about his living
arrangements, possible divorce, and splitting up his household
goods. I told him how my divorce went, but warned him that none of
them are alike. By 10:00 p.m., we were ready for bed.
By the time he got into the bedroom from shedding his clothes
in the other room, his dick was hard and waving menacingly in my
direction. I pulled the covers back and welcomed him again to what
had become our bed.
"By the way, where is that special dessert that you had
promised this afternoon?" he asked as he slid in next to me.
"You're going to get it now. And because you have been so
good, you'll get an extra helping."
Intrigued, he leaned back onto the mattress. "You may begin
service now," he intoned in his best upper crust English.
The passion was building in both of us. Another sex-filled
night awaited us. I wanted to be sure that it was as enjoyable for
him as it had been for the last couple of nights. I stroked and
nibbled at his muscularity from forehead to toes, making sure that
I hadn't touched his ass or his dick. After only a couple of times
with him, I knew they were his most erogenous zones.
He was on his stomach now. His ebony ass jutted upward
(because his dick was so hard and his ass so muscular). I massaged
it and worked some lube I had concealed at the side of the bed into
his puckered, winking love chute. This was the time I was going to
assert that I liked to fuck, too. But, I did have to be careful of
his raped past.
First one finger and then two slid in easily. The other hand
continued the massage of his firm buns. One finger ran across his
prostate over and over. My dick was throbbing and leaking and he
was moaning loudly.
"I want more, give me more," he pleaded.
I pushed my fingers deeper and hit his prostate with both
fingers repeatedly. His ass was rising to meet each thrust of my
fingers into his relaxed sphincter. He was ready.
Rising over him and straddling his ass mounds, I rubbed the
head of my swollen love machine across the quivering opening. He
pushed back against it.
"Dave," I crooned. "Just relax. You're going to enjoy this
for the first time in your life. Just relax. Let me know if it's
too much for you and we can stop anytime."
He tightened his hole, but didn't resist the rubbing. Slowly
relaxing again, he was trying very hard to be accommodating. I
pushed down on my shaft and it slid into his ass with almost all of
the head disappearing. He clenched again, but released the
pressure. I slid in another inch and the rest of the head vanished
up his ass.
"You're so fucking big," he moaned. "My mouth stretches over
the head better than my ass does. Gimme a second to get used to
your big cock."
"Sure, Babe. Let me know when you want more." I leaned over
him and kissed the nape of his neck. The rest of my body pressed
onto his back, but my butt was in the air, trying to keep my cock
from ramming into him. It was throbbing and aching for release.
Dave's muscle ring finally relaxed. I raised on to my hands
again and moved my cock in a circle to help relax him and make the
hole bigger for the rest of the shaft. He pushed back into me and
another two inches raced in. I let the rest of my hard throbber
slowly sink into him. When my crotch hair finally touched his ass,
I rested and he breathed a heavy sigh.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea it could be this good,
or I could take a cock as big as yours." I started slowly to
thrust in and out, withdrawing about half of my granite log and
sliding it in again. "Shit, Mike, that feels great. You're
hitting something inside me that makes my cock jerk hard each time
you hit it!"
"It's your prostate, and I'm going to continue to massage it
like this until you blow your nuts." I still didn't have it all
the way in. His ass was so muscular that the last two inches were
still not buried inside him. "You want the rest of my love maker?"
"I don't have it all yet!?" he asked incredulously. "Hell,
yes, I want it ALL!"
I pulled out until only the head was still wedged inside him.
Slowly, my steely shaft sunk into him. As I hit the previous
depth, I pushed harder and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Finally,
the feel of his pulsating asshole against the root of my dick
convinced both of us that I was in all the way.
"Fuck! What a cock!"
"And you, Sir, have the tightest ass in captivity. You'll
make me cum in a matter of seconds if you don't stop milking my
cock with your ass muscles!"
I was VERY close. His ass was sweet and very tight. The
combination of the friction of plunging in and out of his well-
muscled chute and the crazy way he had of working those same
muscles was going to create a major tidal wave of cum up his ass.
"Let's try another position," he suggested. "I want to see
your face when you cum, and feel your cock all the way in me. How
about face to face?"
I pulled out to the head again, flipped one of his legs over
my head, and pulled both of his legs up to my shoulders where they
rested. "How's this?" I purred.
He grinned and closed his eyes to drink in the sensation. His
rock-hard horse dick was waving above his stomach. I leaned over
and found that I could suck on his dick as I fucked him. I
couldn't drive all the way in while my mouth massaged his dick, but
I couldn't get all of his dick down my throat anyway.
The rhythm was perfect. I slid into him and pulled off his
cock, went down on him and pulled out.
But, it was not to last. The rhythm picked up speed and the
breathing got ragged and sharp.
"MIKE!! Fuck my ass!! Give it all to me! Fuck me hard!
Yeah!"
I pulled off the blow job and rammed deep into his milking
tunnel again and again. He was bucking up onto my cock, trying to
impale himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. The friction
and the sight of that muscular hunk getting fucked on my dick was
too much. The point of no return had been reached.
"Oh, Gawd, Dave!" I yelled. "I can't hold off. I gotta cum
in your ass now! Take my spunk!!"
He was flailing on his own engorged fuckpole with one hand and
holding onto my ass to propel me deeper into him with the other.
As my first volley rocketed out of my nuts and up my cum
shooter into his convulsing ass, I grabbed his hand away from his
dick. The blind snake-eye dilated. He was cumming!
I quickly bent over him again and took his first squirt of cum
on the chin. The second landed squarely in my mouth, as did the
third and fourth. Still tasted great!
My dick was completely emptied of all its contents. Dave's
was still dribbling a heavy flow. He always did cum more than me.
And after the shooting climaxes, a heavy flow of cum would seep out
of his ebony love pole. I released my grip on his softening butt
hammer and started to withdraw slowly from his well-fucked, but
still gripping ass.
"NO! Don't leave yet. I want you to stay for a while in my
ass. It feels so good. Please?" he begged.
"Sure, Honey," I said. "Whatever pleases you. My dick stays
hard for a while and some guys find that uncomfortable after they
cum. How about if we lay on our sides so your legs can relax?"
"OK," he agreed as he rolled onto his side and brought me
crashing down next to him (but still impaled on my cock). "I had
no idea that it could be so good. I could tell when I was fucking
you that I wasn't the only one having a good time. I had no idea
it was like this. How come it feels so different with you and it
hurt so much with that asshole in Nebraska?"
"Depends on how big his dick was, lube, preparation, and maybe
a little love?" I dared to venture.
He smiled, but was quiet. He had to think on that. He smiled
again and squirmed down onto my cock a little more. It was
softening some and he still wanted to keep that full feeling. The
cum on my chin attracted his attention, so he moved over closer and
licked it off. That motion slid my dick out his ass. He closed
his eyes and remembered the feeling of only a few moments before.
"Sex with you is so great," he lauded. "Even straight sex
isn't this good."
"I was hoping you'd think that. Glad it was with me."
We untangled our legs and wiped up the last of the lube and
spilled cum. Dave drew close to me again and kissed me full on the
lips. "Thanks, Sugar. You're the best!"
"You don't know that, yet," I replied. "But, the kind words
are appreciated."
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"What is it like being gay? Do you have a group of friends
that you have sex with all the time? Orgies?"
"You've been reading too much of that fundamentalist shit. I
have lots of friends and many of them are gay. I feel like I can
say and do as I please around them. I don't have to be careful of
what I say or who I look or whistle at. Why? Do you want to meet
some of them?"
"Could I? I promise not to embarrass you." He was like a kid
with a new toy again.
"You couldn't embarrass me. Not with these friends. How
about if I call a couple that I know for dinner, say Friday
evening? Maybe you should see what a real gay couple is like and
how they relate to others. The ones I have in mind would be a
great couple for you to meet and get a real feel for what gay
coupling is all about."
"Good!" he exclaimed. "I can hardly wait. This is all so new
to me and I want to know about all of it."
"OK, Prince Charming. Give it a rest. I haven't invited them
yet, nor have they accepted. If it works out, what would you like
to do about a menu for the dinner?" I asked pointedly.
"I could do spareribs on the barbecue. How about that?"
"Consider yourself the chef du jour, IF we have dinner
guests," I replied. "We can do the shopping and preparation
Thursday. Now, get some sleep, Romeo."
He was all smiles and giddiness. "Mike, thanks again for
putting me up for a while. And for being so gentle and caring.
You don't know how much this means to me."
"That's what friends are for. And I'm getting a lot out of
this too, ya know. You easily have the biggest dick I ever sat on
('but I'm not a size queen,' I smiled), your body is sensational,
you're fun to be with and talk to, and your ass is tight. What
more could a queer want?"
He laughed uncontrollably at that. "You have such a way with
boiling it all down to the essentials. That's what I love about
you."
Well, he had said "love" in a context referring to me. That
was enough to make my week. And what a week. I fucked him hard
Tuesday in the shower, he fucked me over the end of the bed
Wednesday (what an enormous dick he has from that angle!), and we
made love Thursday night with both of us getting fucked by the
other.
The Dinner Guests
By Friday, Dave was bubbling over. He was very excited and a
little apprehensive about meeting my friends. What did they think
about black men, what did they look like, how long had they been
together, did they "fuck around," would they like him, what about
dinner, what should I wear? The questions were endless.
But, Friday did arrive.
I had invited a gay couple that I had known for about 3 years,
and they did "fuck around." That's how I got to know them. They
went to the same gym as Dave and I, but I wanted to save that part
as a surprise for Friday night. Dave would lose his cool over
that. We had talked about who was or could be gay at the gym
during the week and their names had never come up.
Finally, the appointed hour arrived. Dave was on the deck,
tending to the barbecue grill, when the doorbell rang. I greeted
John and Peter, and brought them through the house to the patio and
barbecue grill in the back yard. Dave looked up as we came through
the back door into the yard.
The look on his face was worth a thousand words. He was
thunderstruck! I made the introductions. John and Peter were very
friendly and Dave was tongue-tied. Finally, he blurted out, "I had
no idea you guys were lovers, or even queers for that matter."
John and Peter laughed heartily. Dave's innocence and charm
showed through even when he was indelicate. His walking shorts
revealed his muscular thighs, gorgeous ass, and a pronounced bulge
in the front. His t-shirt was an extra large, but his muscles
still rippled and his square pecs and erect nipples were evident.
"We love to fool the world about us," John laughed as he
looked Dave over again like he (instead of the spareribs) were the
main course. "Thanks."
John was Italian and dark, built like a brick bodybuilder. He
was about 5'10" and weighed about 200. Peter was Swedish and
blonde, an inch taller with a swimmer's tight body. They were both
in their early 30's and real, cream-your-jeans hunks. Dave didn't
miss a syllable of the conversation. He generally kept quiet and
listened.
John and Peter were both taken by him. They individually let
me know how much of a stud they thought he was the moment Dave went
back into the house to retrieve the spareribs. "How did you ever
get him into bed? I had no idea that he was gay. What is he like
in bed?"
I told them as much as I could without revealing too much
about his "physical" attributes. Dave reappeared with that
dazzling smile and the spareribs and sauce.
Dinner was a smash hit. Presentation, flavors, colors, after-
dinner cognac, the works. Dave really outdid himself. Everyone
helped. We all liked being near him. With dinner over and the
dishes done, we sat out on the patio under the stars and talked.
I got the conversation around to coming out and suggested Dave
might like to hear about the experience from someone besides me.
It also would give him a chance to hear someone else answer his
many "gay world" questions.
John and Peter were happy to talk about themselves, their
relationship, and their hopes for their future. The evening had
been a big success by the time they bid us good night at midnight.
"Well," I asked, "what did you think of your first real gay
couple?"
"I was blown away to find out who it was," he grinned. "I
guess you could tell. Their bodies and faces are so wonderful, it
was hard to think of them in terms of anything that wasn't sexual.
But, after I got to talk with them for a while, I found out there
was more than their sexual sides. I liked them even more. Have
you ever slept with either of them?"
"And if I have?"
"Just wondered what they were like in bed," he replied
mysteriously. "Just wondered."
"You want to make it with them? They do have an open
relationship, but will only go to bed with another man when the
other one is present. Interested?"
"Mike, I don't want to ruin anything that we have or could
have by whoring around. Sure, I want to get it on with them.
They're real studs and would be fun in bed, I'll bet. But, I don't
want to screw us over." He paused. I didn't say anything.
"Besides, I already have one busted marriage. I'm not looking to
wreck another one before it even gets a chance to work."
"If you're talking about us," I said cautiously, "and about a
gay relationship between us, we have a lot to discuss."
"It's only been a week of the best sex and friendship I have
ever had. But, it's been unbelievably quick about how I've grown
to more than like you, Mike. I'm surely infatuated with you
(especially the sexual side). We have much in common in business,
share the same life perspective, and get along well as friends. I
think I'd like to try to be more than that. I'd like to try for
what John and Peter have."
"They've been together for five years. They're very
comfortable with each other and trust one another completely,
because of those years. With that in mind, I know that I'd like to
try for a more complete relationship between us. The word 'lovers'
scares me when I'm included as one of the partners. Being burned
in a lover relationship two years ago has me still gun shy. Do you
think you can put up with me?"
"Fuck, yes, White Bread! I know it looks like I'm running
fast to get away from my marriage, but I want this more than
anything else I've ever done."
"Alright," I said solemnly. "Let's go to bed and prove it."
We raced up the staircase, tore off our clothes, and jumped
into the shower. Both of us were clean-body freaks and greatly
over-sexed, so we took a shower and started our lovemaking there.
Dave went down on me before I could pick up the soap. I put
my hands behind his head and pushed my leaking dick deeply down his
throat. He didn't gag like he usually did. He took it all, but
only for a few seconds. He came up winded, but smiling. My raging
cock slapped him on the chin.
"I didn't think I could ever do it!" he said proudly.
"I wasn't fully hard," I replied petulantly. I was, but
didn't want him to think he had mastered it that easily. There was
still the probability that I would never be able to deep-throat
that 11" monster of his. I still hoped that we could be equal in
at least one way.
Dave cut off the shower and we dried quickly. His big dick
persistently hit my ass cheeks and left "pecker tracks." His
oozing precum marked me each time I turned and brushed against him.
He was in bed first, making a sizeable tent with his fuckpole.
I turned off the light, lubed up my ass and straddled his
torso. It was easy to tell what he wanted to do for sex, and I was
only too willing after seeing Peter and John again. John had a
giant dick, too. Not as big as Dave's, of course, but bigger than
mine.
He had me impaled in a matter of seconds clear down to the
pubes as he gently rubbed my bouncing cock. The sexual pressure
and pleasure were mounting rapidly as his manhood ground into me
again and again. Each thrust hit my magic button and my cum
shooter rolled out another pearl of lubricating precum for him to
lick from his fingers.
The penetration up my ass was complete. His cockhead was
wedged in as tightly as possible. I could feel it squish and
expand again with each pounding thrust.
His jerking of my dick became more urgent as did his rhythmic
"in and out" of my convulsing love tunnel. It was only a matter of
seconds now. My prostate was shrieking with desire as it was
pummeled by his fuck tube. My dickhead swelled in Dave's hand and
the piss hole dilated, ready to spew forth its load of sperm.
Eruptions started with a weak dribble from my spasming trouser
snake. Dave leaned forward to lick the end of my penis. The
second one was much stronger and hit the back of his throat like a
rocket. I could hear the splat of the cum-shot echo through his
oral cavity. The next one landed on his arched tongue, but the
remaining volleys disappeared in his mouth as his lips closed over
my mushroom cockhead.
As I was finishing my last urgent thrust between his lips, he
pulled me down hard by the waist and arched his back to bury his
monstrous rod the full 11" into me. I felt a shot of cum hit a
sensitive point inside, but only one. His mouth opened to a silent
scream as he rammed his ass banger into me again. His thrashing
around and hurried, repeated humps into me concealed any other cum
shots that I might have felt. The base of his cock was wider than
the shaft, and my sphincter had been spread to its widest point.
His arch heightened for a deeper deposit of his sperm. His
hands fell from my waist and spread my ass cheeks to allow for the
best penetration. I had it all and some of his pubes. How is it
possible to take all that horse dick? I decided it had to be the
week's worth of practice of which I had been the lucky recipient.
This was pure fucking. It was the best I had ever
experienced, but I still preferred to fuck his tight ass. Before
the night was over, I got my chance to screw that narrow channel
again and deposit my sperm this time as high as possible up his
hole.
It was as good as the first time, and we both made
considerable monosyllable noises as we came that second time. He
got it "doggie style" this time and seemed to prefer it the most of
the positions we had tried so far. I knew it was my favorite. It
kept me from coming too soon, it kept my "middle leg" extremely
hard for the deep penetrations that I liked, and (most importantly
for both of us), it gave me the greatest penetration and ease of
access to his prostate.
Curious how that seemed to work for us. My 9" cock is
extremely thick and straight, so the best times are when I point it
down into his prostate from the "doggie" position. His 11" thicker
dick has a pronounced upward bend to it, so my most intense
sensations while getting fucked by him are on my back. That upward
curve of his monster meat rubs my tingling prostate with his super-
sensitive, massive dickhead. It does get us both off quickly, but
the intense sensations make the quick trip most gratifying.
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